Hold My Tear, I’m Getting My Wife Back!

Chapter 9

Jake fumbled with his words, clearly uncomfortable with the question.

Life at the house was like walking a tightrope when the couple was at odds. The staff was caught in the middle, unsure whether to report Curtis’ whereabouts to Leanne.

You didn’t want to cross the boss, but his wife, Leanne, was no pushover, either. They were at loggerheads, but who knew if they’d kiss and make up the next day? Then, they might come after people for taking sides.

After a long internal debate, Jake chose a safe answer. “Mr. Curtis has been tied up with work these few days.”

He was good at sidestepping the issue.

Leanne wasn’t fooled, and she pressed, “So, is he camping at the office then?”

Jake’s forehead was beading with sweat. “No, ma’am, he isn’t.”

“You’re off the hook,” Leanne said, returning her gaze to her soup. “You can go.”

Jake didn’t waste a second. He practically sprinted out the door.

Later, Leanne called Curtis again, only to be greeted by his assistant.

“Mrs. Richardson, are you looking for Mr. Richardson?”

“Can I speak to Curtis, please?”

returned from abroad and got tons of work in

wasn’t something she could leave to an assistant to handle. She had to talk to

to

way he’s burning the candle at both ends, he’s going to

of how to proceed.

tell him to call me

Another pause came.

who was busy signing documents. He weighed whether he should relay

its focus to the domestic market, moving its headquarters back to Stonebridge

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Chapter 9

finishing a stack of documents, Curtis capped his pen, leaned back in his chair, and took

Richardson said you should take care of yourself and not overwork.”

raised an eyebrow and glanced

commercial district of towering silver-gray buildings. The noon sun dazzled off the

face the floor-to-ceiling windows, lazily sipping his coffee.

care about me.”

change. Curtis was as

called to check

things going

patients that afternoon and couldn’t afford a lunch break, was nibbling on a sandwich.